It
isn't a holiday but it is fun. I have been in Thailand now for over a
month and I am thoroughly enjoying myself but perhaps not in the
traditional holiday sense. I dont know about you but a fun holiday
for me includes a number of different ingrediants most of which have
a measure of excess. In the past holidays have included sailing with
my mates which in reality was just a fun way to get north or south
(or west right Phil) from Sydney and then have a few days of fun. I
believe holiday fun should include a beach, afternoon cocktails based
on rum and evenings of good food, wine and friends. You can catchup
with old friends or seldom seen family, perhaps a round of golf,
seeing some sights or even shopping. These are all traditional fun
holidays.
This
isnt what I am doing right now. I wake at dawn and spend +6hrs a day
getting seven shades kicked out of me. I focus on my food intake as I
require a lot of energy (but also trying to get trimmer), I need to
make sure I am well hydrated which means getting through upwards of 6
litres of water a day. And I need to tend to my little cuts, bruises
and strains.
It
is currently 8pm as I write this and I got home about 30 odd minutes
ago. I have showered and put my training wraps and ankle guards into
my bucket of detol as they don't need to be sent to the laundry each
day. I have had my protein shake and am currently watching law and
order and I feel the pain in every muscle and joint start to come to
the surface. My trainer has to my astonishment stepped the training
up a level and now I am being pushed harder then I thought possible.
For example at the end of each session I then go to the heavy bags
and now snap out 300 knees and 400 front kicks before going to the
incline benches for 200 crunches. I got so many kicks to the thighs
that I can't tell which part is sore and the shins blocked a few
hundred kicks and now have shooting pains up and down. Time to cover
myself in deep heat and comtenplate a few pandols before bed.....
But
strangely I find ths fun. Perhaps it is the challenge of pushing
myself. Perhaps it is setting goals and seeing myself achive them,
perhaps I am retarded ...... The more I think abotu this the more the
latter seems closest to the mark. I am enjoying this like Rain Man
enjoyed counting and Forest Gump liked to run. But once this is
finished in January the rest of my holilday will be closer to the
traditional fun holiday - clearly I am not a Full Retard.
